Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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My role is not to save the world
I am the idle witness to record
Its fall. Not asked to intervene
But to warn those that never heed
Of perversion beyond bounds set
Greed and selfishness crowd
Out compassion and charity
Resting sleep in a night howling
Of wind, seasonal occurrence
Discomforting for some yet natural
Forces of Nature like actions
Or inactions bring with them
Frightening consequences
As the earth tilts on its axis
Driving summer to us, spreading
It south, chasing winter rains away
Disturbing interior emptiness
Disorientation, recorded by this itinerate
Poet, dark cape, occluded sense, clogging
Warm flows in gusting waves of leaves
Bending trees, dogs spooked, zinc
Rattling nerves, the earth trembles in this
Season, Richter’s scale registering
Disquieting fears unstable dissonance
Liberated finally by the break of day.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    November 20, 2008
    Palmares, Costa Rica